"There is a pistol in Papa's wardrobe, very bottom shelf to the left, if you could bring it to me I would be very appreciative. I think I need another hole in my head at this point." she groaned from under her pillow. She did not want to have to deal with Viv in her state, especially when her father was about to chew her out for the way she felt about his new slag.
She really did want to put the pistol to her head and pull the trigger. Anything that would bring her relief would be wonderful, but she took comfort in the knowledge that the Irishman she left in the Inn bedroom was worse off than she was.